Just point out the bounceUh-huh, show me the bounce, yeahJust point out the bounce, yeahTimbo the king, yeahYoung Hov' the king, yeahJust point out the bounceYes, just point out the bounce niggaYo, listen

Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classicCouldn't even be stopped by Bin LadenSo September 11th marks the era foreverOf a revolutionary Jay GueveroNow it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCersEverybody duping the flow, you see 'emEverybody looping up soulIt's like you trying to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezySee how we adjusted the game so easyChicks barely dancing, glancing every chance they getLike, oh shit, he's so handsomeStill in demand in the longest run standingKidnap rap seven years, no ransomCan't one nigga get it back no rapYoung Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus]Point out the bounce, and show you how to get this dough inLarge amounts 'til it's hard to countPoint out the bounce, I turn a 8 to an ounceTo a whole ki to the R.O.C.Point out the bounce, Timbo the king niggaYeahPoint out the bounce, yeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

I got why'all

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'nEither haven't heard the album or they don't know EnglishThey only know what the single is, and singled that outTo be the meaning of what he is aboutAnd being I'm about my business, not mingling muchRunning my mouth, that shit kept lingeringBut no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklingThe album width to keep the registers ringingIn real life, I'm much more distinguishedI'm like a bloke from London, EnglandYeah, you jingling babySee I go right back and I bring 'em in babyBusiness mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soulCrossed the line, I bought pop across the rowThen I walk through the hood, where they up to no goodSlanging them O's like a real O.G. shouldOh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

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Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock starBillboard, pop star, neighborhood block starChi-Town go-getting pimps, we mobstersGingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"Yeah, that's how I feelTo be down, you must appealTo the crew, we're rated areO.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson sonAsk me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"I seen MTV, I know who you areYou did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?I did take over the game, brought back the soulGot tracks to go, got plaques that's goldPlatinum to go, yeah that's the flowAll I, know, I gots the flowAnd I don't play cause I'm from Chicago